Taste of Heaven

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Taste Of Heaven

City backporch bleached by sun
Sunday mornin' breakfast done
Light and shadow havin' fun in the neighborhood
The green of leaf, the cool of rock
Someone singing down the block
Ol' Mother Earth she likes to talk
And what she says is good

This must be my taste of heaven
I've had my meal in hell
It's summertime, I'm in my prime
And all my work goes well

My darlin's dream by silver fed
She's still sleeping in my bed
I swear that when she turns her head
Her hair's a waterwheel
That turns and catches coins of light
I think we're gonna be all right
The simple waltz of day and night
The rhythm of what's real

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My boy is blond as buttered corn
I bless the day that he was born
He wets the reed and puts the horn
Of plenty to his mouth
Sure thing now, persistence pays
I've learned to play as it as lays
I could spend these summer days
Just squinting to the south

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